Though they were only acquaintances at best, it was hard to avoid Hector - he was big and he was loud. Resigning himself to fate, Erk approached with a glass of water for the other. "Hey Hector, here. Make sure you stay hydrated to keep your spirits up."
He jumped at the sound of his name, eyes wide until he turned slightly to see who it was addressing him… and they grew wider still after that. “Wh- you’re- err.. thanks?” He took the water with an appreciative nod, grateful for the excuse to mull over his thoughts just a moment whilst he sipped at it.
Was all of bloody Elibe bound to show up here? At this rate, he’d not be surprised. First he’d met the Fang brat, then Lyn, then Eliwood, then the Other Fang, and now Erk, that one mage guy who’d escorted Serra for a bit way back–
–Serra…
He flinched as though struck. Terror flashed in his eyes. He glanced over Erk’s shoulder furtively, as though looking for a ghost in the crowds. He’d only recently Stopped having to look Twice every time he caught the back of that one Deer chick’s head - perhaps he had been wrong to let down his guard. “She’s not here too, with you, is she?!”